Madelene Martin - More Bang for His Buck

“Mmhmm.” I grinned back.

Leading me by the hand, he showed me the way to his room. It was large, with a huge four poster bed and thick, soft rug. The window was open and the curtains blew in the breeze. I could see city lights outside and hear the rain that had started. I walked over to the bed and touched the linen, ran my hand over the posts. Rick watched me, his intense and hungry gaze fixed on my body. I enjoyed the way he looked at me.

He leaned back against the wall. “Undress for me,” he said simply.

His direct command surprised and excited me, and I smiled wickedly. “If you say so, boss.”

S taying where I was, I slowly I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, tugging the zipper down with some difficulty. I could feel my heart beating hard inside my chest, my entire body flushed with pleasure and anticipation. I was also nervous — hoping that seeing me unclothed wouldn’t be a disappointment to him, that my body would please him. I’d never undressed for a man like this before. Usually it was hurried, in the dark, or both.

With deliberation I peeled the dress from my shoulders and wiggled my body as I moved it down over my waist and hips. I looked into Rick’s eyes, and saw only approval — confirmed by the bulge in his jeans. I stood in my lingerie, letting him look at me, shifting a little under his gaze. He was quiet for a long moment, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Did he want me to do something?

“And the rest.” He finally said, his voice hard with desire. He smiled at me, moving closer as I bent down and unhooked the stockings from my garter belt. I could sense his body heat as he stood over me, watching as I stepped out of my shoes and rolled the stockings off.

As I straightened, he gently reached around me and tried the clasp of my bra. I took the opportunity to run my hands over his chest, his stomach. I could feel the firmness of his body through the thin material of his shirt, and smell the scent of his aftershave.

I felt the weight of my breasts settle as the clasp was undone, and he slowly slid the straps from my shoulder and let the bra fall to the floor. I stood, chest heaving, hands resting on his chest, standing very still as his warm hands ran down my back, over my ass.

“Mmm.” He murmured, smiling appreciatively. He squeezed my butt, then worked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties, and slid them with care down over my hips. They too fell to the floor. Rick pulled me by the hands out of the puddle of my own clothes, pulled me against him. I was conscious of being completely naked, while he was fully clothed. His jeans were rough against the skin of my hips and stomach.

I didn’t think I could stand this anticipation. I wanted to pull his clothes off, run my hands all over his body, lick his skin. My flesh quivered under his hands.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered close to my ear, his hands coming up to my breasts, thumbs stroking lightly over my nipples.

Sighing in pleasure, I pushed my hands up under his shirt. As I tried to pull it over his head, he assisted me, with a small sound of amusement. His torso was mostly hairless, save for the sparse light brown trail on his stomach. I angled my head, and kissed the hollow of his neck.

I felt the vibration of his low moan, and his arms encircled me firmly. He moved me backwards and I felt the edge of the bed against my legs. I sank back onto it, pulling him after me, and he settled over me. His mouth was on my skin, sucking my neck, trailing down to my breasts to take a nipple in his mouth. He teased my breasts alternately — flicking his tongue, sucking hard on my nipples, driving me into a frenzy of arousal.

He took his time. After what might have been an hour, Rick moved, pulling away from me to stand up and peel his jeans off as I watched from the bed. He wasted no time removing his black boxers, freeing his impressive erection. Then he moved back over me. I could feel his cock, large and hard against my thigh, and ran my hands eagerly over his back and smooth ass as he sought my mouth for another kiss.

Still, he seemed in no hurry, and kissed me long and hard. Somewhere amongst the teasing and dancing of our tongues, I stopped to catch my breath. “Rick, please, I want you,” I breathed, squirming my body under his, revelling in the exquisite torture and yet craving release.

He made no sound, but pulled away, and kissed a trail lightly down over my chest and belly. I realized what he intended. My breath came faster and I pulled my legs up as he reached my sex, his tongue immediately delving into me, tasting and teasing.

With fingers and tongue he quickly brought me to the edge, but as I began to moan and gasp with every breath, he pulled his head away. I made a small protesting whimper. With a grin he kissed his way back up my body, kissed my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips.

“Tell me what you want,” he purred.

I was beyond modesty or self-consciousness. “I want to feel you inside me.” I moaned, clutching him.

“ What do you want me to do to you?” He repeated, nuzzling at my neck. I felt his throbbing member push up against my entrance, moving against me just a little — teasing me. I arched my back, moving my hips, trying to bring him closer.

“Fuck me,” I gasped. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

With a low sound he pushed inside me, stretching and filling me. I sighed in pleasure, wrapping my legs around him, my fingernails digging into the skin of his back. He began moving inside me in long, slow strokes. I could feel the muscles of his back tense and strain, as his hips thrust up against me again and again. He breathed hard in my ear, nibbling my earlobe and whispering my name.

My hips moved of their own volition, grinding against him, trying to take him deeper. Without warning I was overcome, arching my back and tensing every muscle in my body as repeated shocks of pleasure coursed through me. I moaned loudly, repeatedly, as I felt my sex contract around his thrusting cock, squeezing him.

Rick slowed his movements, pressing close against my body and kissing the skin of my neck as I caught my breath. I realized I was clawing at his back, and relaxed my grip, making a satisfied sound as the warm afterglow suffused me.

He whispered in my ear: “Feel better?”

I made a low giggle. “Mmm, yes.” My hands stroked his shoulders, I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Turn over.” He said, with one last firm thrust inside me. I felt him withdraw, and his hands on my hips directed me. I obeyed, wanting to please him. I got on my hands and knees, and he grasped my hips and pulled me forcefully closer. I gasped in surprise at his rough treatment, but his urgency thrilled me, and I pushed back against him, feeling his hands stroking me, grabbing my flesh.

“You have a lovely ass,” he told me, his voice heated.

I smiled, and gyrated it up against him.

He grunted, and I felt his hard shaft at my entrance again, stroking up and down my slit. I was still sensitive, and it sent little shivers through my body, and a reawakening of my arousal.

“ Mmm… What do you want now, Jess?” Rick murmured. His voice was low and wicked.

I tried to push up against him, to drive his cock inside me again, but his hands held me at bay, and all I could do was rub against it, teasing myself. “I want to… to please you.” I breathed truthfully.

“Hmm?” Was all he said.

I sighed, my body crying out for pleasure. But now I wanted nothing more than to hear and feel him in the throes of ecstasy, for him to take his pleasure from my body.

“I want you to come inside me,” I gasped fitfully.

He thrust hard, filling me again in one smooth motion, his hips pushing hard against my ass, his hands exploring, stroking. I could feel the slight jiggling of my flesh as he thrust against me over and over.